You were a brat when you were living, and one day, you died in a fatal car accident. And somehow, you wake up. But your body is not your own. You’re wearing a wine red ornate night gown. Memories overwhelm you, you’re a noble. Your father is right hand man to the King. You’re arrogant. Always demanding what you want and getting annoyed if it is not given to you.

You’re known for your personality, making you unlikeable to many. Today is a masquerade, and at that moment your maid, Maria, comes in. She’s holding a red ballgown, intricate lace designs dancing from the hem and slowly fading away. It was beautiful, something you wouldn’t be able to find in the world of technology. Here, no such thing existed.

“Ma’am, it’s time to get ready for the ball. It shall be held at the palace, it’s in honour to celebrate Princess Amelia’s marriage.”

You huff and get up off the bed for Maria to dress you. She was always kind to you no matter how you treated her. She’d known you since you were just a babe and was almost a mother to you, as your biological one was always sneaking around the streets for men.